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May. 18th, 2006 08:30 amI went down hard last night. I didn't even fully realize at the time, though my body was trying to communicate as such. It still smarts a little. I had rehearsal with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
foxycoxy and it involved lot of rolling around on the ground and some ginger rogers steps and and a leg lift and some vegas arm moves and, at one point, a drop, and it was totally my own fault while running the song, that I didn't space it out well and I didn't turn my shoulder, so the result was freefalling about two feet down to the ground and landing directly on the center of my spine and knocking the wind completely out of me. Though I am proud that I actually kept going to the next big move, while Coxy ran to mute the music and make sure I had not incurred any serious injury.
This morning, there are also some bumps and sores spots on knees and elbow, from the aforementiong rolling and crawling on the ground. But it's all good, I dig using my body in a new and different way. It reminds me of the scary ladder up to the DJ booth at Spin on Saturday. I have slight vertigo at times, when it's related to my own lack of balance, not to heights themselves, and so I initially thought once I climbed up the tall metal ladder nailed to the wall and found my way into the DJ booth, I would be stuck up there like kitten in a tree until the end of the night when the necessity to pee would finally pull me down. But after a few up and downs, I got used to the climb, the fear vanished and started to even look forward to it.
After so long of hiding and covering and feeling incapable, I still sometimes forget that my body is not so fragile. Not just that is capable of more, but that it wants more. So let's wrestle. I'll be gentle. Except for when I win.
foxycoxy and it involved lot of rolling around on the ground and some ginger rogers steps and and a leg lift and some vegas arm moves and, at one point, a drop, and it was totally my own fault while running the song, that I didn't space it out well and I didn't turn my shoulder, so the result was freefalling about two feet down to the ground and landing directly on the center of my spine and knocking the wind completely out of me. Though I am proud that I actually kept going to the next big move, while Coxy ran to mute the music and make sure I had not incurred any serious injury.This morning, there are also some bumps and sores spots on knees and elbow, from the aforementiong rolling and crawling on the ground. But it's all good, I dig using my body in a new and different way. It reminds me of the scary ladder up to the DJ booth at Spin on Saturday. I have slight vertigo at times, when it's related to my own lack of balance, not to heights themselves, and so I initially thought once I climbed up the tall metal ladder nailed to the wall and found my way into the DJ booth, I would be stuck up there like kitten in a tree until the end of the night when the necessity to pee would finally pull me down. But after a few up and downs, I got used to the climb, the fear vanished and started to even look forward to it.
After so long of hiding and covering and feeling incapable, I still sometimes forget that my body is not so fragile. Not just that is capable of more, but that it wants more. So let's wrestle. I'll be gentle. Except for when I win.
